Great Time

This was the second stop of my four-day road trip across the country. After a mildly successful night in Atlanta, I found myself in Fort Worth. My hotel was practically walking distance from the club, but I drove anyway. I found the entire parking lot was full. They assured me they had a few spaces left, but I knew what I was in for when I headed inside the club. I paid the $10 valet fee and $10 cover charge and went inside.

Surprise, surprise; there wasn't an empty seat in the house. And the club was huge: Four poles on the main dance floor; a couple side stages. Over two dozen knockouts, and $1.25 beers. "What?!" I said to myself, as each girl walked by, trying to keep my jaw from falling open. This was the best talent I had seen in a single club at one time in possibly ever. Just wow.

It was obvious that this club had a cult following. Girls would come by and say hi to their regulars posted next to me. I had a sinking feeling that I would be ignored with so many other customers there. Fortunately, that was not at all the case. Soon I found myself in a corner with a gorgeous spinner. After one $20 lap dance, I knew I had to take her to the VIP. Suffice to say, the VIP room blows: $50 for a couch and partition on either side; $20 to the bouncer to leave you alone. We took the corner booth, and I got back the $200 worth of extras I negotiated with her. Worth every penny.